How can I solve this mystery?
What is it in me that she sees?
How long has it been since I gave pure devotion there?
Answers can be found in a combination of the divine pair
Giridhari in his yellow dhoti
Gandharvika in her blue sari
Come together as Mahaprabhu who today wears green
Two combine as one, this must be the world’s lucky day
Two combine as one come to engage in highest play
The Lord comes canvassing but requires no credit
Simply saying “Please come get it”
Wake from the darkness of ignorance
join the sankirtan party chant and dance
rose leis curling round their forms
recreating the meaning of norm
quickly go quickly pedaling the main street over the first highway passing the whalers detailing everything minutely
through the treacherous triangle messenger style
amazing the beasts all the while
house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot raises a smile
with the tennis park on the right
coming upon the toad road in full flight
levitate and slide down the hills
all the way to the navapatra in speedy thrill
a pogo stick rider lands on his behind in a fall
increasing the mirth of his friends and all
with the pitch on the right under the first highway to the call
of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa loudest of all
kalarupa pulls him to the evening sandhya of the day
greeted by cotton tailed hares all the way
deep within the far off jungle nightdress get done in time to take the test they swirl and dance till they take rest
Mahaprabhu’s sankirtan will take us out of here
said the poet to the guru
even though there’s so much bewilderment here
hari nama will bring true relief
this is the reason to be excited
out of kindness the guru spoke
coming from all across the universe only left a few
to mail tributes to krsna krpamurti and call on the phone too
leis of roses, gladiolas and amaryllis with colors that hide
murkha and I are pedaling long distance with the racers in stride
they are training as if wishing for a chance
to one day get the luminaries graceful glance
breaking away to avoid the coast
where the tourists and locals have gone to roast
from the harbor to the natasala at the top
I take my leave at the shop
to answer the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call
he hammers past the long the short and the tall
the kalarupa pedals beside
while a mountain climber greets Murkha outside
Hiranya Kasipu tonight’s dress first worn at the magic time
between the dark and light awaiting the rhyme
taking rest for a moment in pajamas silken and soft
then dancing away the night as has been said oft